Miss Zhongyuan has something to say

The death of Osamu Dazai, the leader of the largest underground organization in Yokohama, will certainly affect the development of gangsters in Hong Kong.

People inside Hong Kong gangsters persuaded Chuya Nakahara to temporarily conceal the death of Osamu Dazai.But Nakahara refused, and presided over the funeral of Osamu Dazai himself.

Since some people want to rebel, let them rebel. She doesn't have time to find them one by one, so let them come to the door by themselves and clean them up at once.

Sure enough, after the news of Osamu Dazai's death spread, the dark world stirred up turbulent waves, and the organizations that had been violently suppressed by Osamu Dazai before became restless.

At Osamu Dazai's funeral, people from all walks of life came, and they were aggressive.

It was still sunny during the day, but it started to rain lightly at six o'clock in the evening. The rain knocked down the cherry blossoms beside the trees, and the road surface was a touch of pink.

Nakahara was also holding a black umbrella, standing on the side of the road wearing a pure black furisode kimono, and his waist-length red hair was tied into a simple bun, which was more mature than the bright and warm one before. Charm. .

The sound of raindrops falling on the ground and the low and slow sound of monks chanting sutras can be heard next to my ears.

"The death of the leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong is really regrettable." A middle-aged uncle lowered his head, his voice mournful.

He is Sato, a subordinate of Gang Hei.

Nakahara Nakaya turned his gaze back from a distance, and looked at Sato who had a very "distressed" voice in front of him.

There's nothing "sorrowful" about what Sato is wearing.

Men attending funerals should be black except for their white shirts, and this grieving Sato wore a gray suit.There were fancy ties, and gold rings on the fingers, and big gold chains about the neck, as fancy as they could be.

Next to Sato was a woman in a red hip wrap, with a voluptuous figure and heavy makeup.

To put it mildly, this is disrespect for Osamu Dazai.On a larger scale, this is disrespect for Hong Kong blacks.

And the Central Plains can't tolerate anything.

"You're wearing the wrong clothes." Nakahara Chuya's voice was slow and steady.

This small organization is the most difficult to subdue, and after being subdued, they kept silent, but Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that if something happened to Hong Kong gangsters, they would be the first to jump out and make trouble.

Nakahara Chuya's words seemed to make Sato laugh, and he laughed without fear.

"Dazai is dead! Hong Kong gangsters have no backbone. Chuya Chuya, what can you do as a woman?" Sato put his arms around the waist of the woman beside him, and looked at Chuya Chuya's chest. Rely on me early, you are still one of the five major cadres."

"However... the Central Plains cadre is a great beauty. It really hurts me to live a job of licking blood with the tip of a knife all day long. I don't know how Dazai Osamu is willing to let you go. If it were me, I would naturally not be willing. "

This is the most naked teasing, but Zhong Yuanzhong is also expressionless.Just looked at Sato with robin egg blue eyes.

"So, you want to betray Hong Kong gangsters?"

"How can it be called betrayal?" Sato gnawed on the shoulder of the woman next to him, "I am subduing Hong Kong gangsters...Everyone here! Yokohama has been ruled by Hong Kong gangsters for a long time! No drug trafficking, no smuggling/smuggling , manage us in an orderly manner? Are we still the port mafia/party that people will be afraid of when they hear their names?!"

People inside and outside the house heard Sato's call, some resolutely obeyed the Hong Kong gangsters, some hesitated, and most of them immediately stood up and betrayed the Hong Kong gangsters.

It took Osamu Dazai four years to develop Hong Kong gangsters into the number one underground organization in Yokohama. During the process of rule, there were many violent methods and many people who refused to accept.

"That's right, Osamu Dazai is dead, and no one cares about Hong Kong gangsters."

"Zhongyuan Zhong is just a woman... Many high-level Hong Kong blacks are women? Tsk tsk tsk Osamu Dazai..."

"No matter how powerful Zhongyuanzhong is, it is impossible to deal with so many of us, right? It is said that she was hospitalized a few days ago!"

People around started talking to each other, their voices were undisguised, it was provocative.

Some obscenities came to Zhongye's ears, accompanied by the low and long sound of chanting.

Nakahara also looked at those who agreed with Sato one by one, and then remembered them in his mind.

These people will die here today.

I don't know who opened a wooden warehouse first, and people who had premeditated rushed towards Zhongye in the Central Plains.

Zhong Yuanzhong also held an umbrella, launched gravity, and threw himself into the battle.

Nakajima Atsushi and others were sent out to suppress the small forces who engage in petty tricks, but they have not returned yet.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that she was enough to deal with these miscellaneous fish.What she controls is the ability of gravity, no one can escape the shackles of gravity.

In the beginning, no one could get close to Chuya Nakahara.

However, Zhongyuan Zhongye is now pregnant with a child, her strength has declined slightly, and there are too many people who have betrayed Hong Kong gangsters, many of whom are powerful supernatural beings, and she is gradually unable to do what she wants.

"Hmm..." A sharp blade cut Nakahara Chuya's cheek.The blood spread, and soon stained half of his face red.

Zhong Yuanzhong also used gravity to push away a group of people and jumped onto the roof.

Seeing that Zhong Yuan was injured, people who had no hope suddenly regained their confidence.

"Zhong Yuanzhong is also injured!"

"She's on the roof, are there any flying abilities?"

"Drag out Osamu Dazai's body! Nakahara will definitely be concerned about Osamu Dazai's body!"

One group of people was divided into two groups, one group attacked Chuya Nakahara on the roof, and the other group rushed into the house to find Osamu Dazai's body.

The low voices of the monks chanting sutras were still long and deep, and no one dared to disturb them, but some people had already come to Dazai Osamu's tomb.

They could see the man who had ruled Yokohama for as many as four years lying in a coffin, pale and emaciated, with stitches on the wrist of one hand.

The rain outside the house was pattering down, and the wind blew through and made angry howls. With the sound of monks chanting sutras, and thinking of Dazai Zhi's vigorous and resolute methods, some people began to feel apprehensive.

"Did Osamu Dazai cheat death? Just to lure us and catch them all?"

"Osamu Dazai is so wise that he is close to a demon, could this be his scheme?"

These speculations succeeded in making most people panic.

The one lying here is Osamu Dazai.He controlled the existence of the underground world of Hong Kong and black at a young age.

Many people began to retreat, and some even began to retreat outwards.

Yes, how could someone like Osamu Dazai die suddenly.

"Osamu Dazai is dead!" Perhaps it was the extreme fear that made people burst out with strength. When someone yelled, the rest of the people rushed into the house.

"One more step forward, and your whole body will not be left behind." Zhong Yuanzhong was also drenched, his long crimson hair stuck to his cheeks, and there was blood on his face, which added a touch of glamour.

She tapped lightly on the lotus lantern next to the altar, the paper umbrella in her hand had been broken into a stick, and the rain dripped down the stick, wet the petals of the lotus lantern.Osamu Dazai was lying quietly in the coffin, wearing a suit, with his hands on his stomach, and a calm expression on his face.

"What are you afraid of her doing!" Sato walked in surrounded by a group of people, his cloudy eyes scanning Nakahara Chuya up and down.

"Whoever captures Nakahara Chuya will be the next cadre of the gangsters, and after I finish playing with her, I will give it to you to play with. You can play whatever you want." Sato looked at Nakahara Nakaya and added his lips, " In the past, the high-ranking port mafia cadres can only move around you—" Before Sato finished speaking, he was suddenly pressed to the ground by a figure.

It was Atsushi Nakajima, his thick coat wet from the rain, his oak-white hair sticking to his cheeks.His legs turned into tigers, stepping on Sato's back.

Atsushi Nakajima stepped hard, and Sato let out a scream.Even if Sato was lucky enough to escape this time, he could only lie in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

As soon as Atsushi Nakajima appeared, the restless crowd immediately quieted down. This slender-looking young man, known as the "White Death", could take the life of someone present in an instant.

"Did you look at Ms. Nakaya with these eyes just now?" Atsushi Nakajima jumped down from behind that person, the tiger on his leg melted away, revealing his slender and pale calf.

"Please, please don't—ah!!" Sato let out a scream, and then blood flowed all over his face.

Atsushi Nakajima shook off the blood from his hands expressionlessly.

"This mouth said something that made me very uncomfortable."

Nakajima Atsutora melted his palm, and after Sato screamed again, he shook off the blood beads on his palm.

Sato's screams ranged from high pitched to weak, even the mafia had never seen such a method, and the hearts of everyone present felt chills.

The white god of death in Hong Kong and black really lives up to its reputation.

Some of the people present dropped their guns tremblingly and ran away.

"Hey, Atsushi Nakajima, that's enough." Nakahara Nakaya jumped off the lotus lantern, "He's already dead."

Sato was lying on his back on the bed, his face was bloody, and the blood had spread a lot. His body rolled around in the yard a few times, and the blood mixed with the rainwater flowed everywhere.

"No, not enough." Nakajima Atsushi answered Nakahara Chuya in an almost stubborn tone, then kicked Sato into the yard, and then turned his head, "Miss Nakaya, what did you call me just now?"

"Remember, you have to call me Atsu-kun." Nakajima Atsushi still had a few drops of blood on his young face, which turned into pale red marks after being dripped by the rain.The boy who was still immature before seems to have grown up,

Nakahara also felt that something was wrong with Atsushi Nakajima, frowned slightly, and did not answer Atsushi Nakajima.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, almost forming a rain curtain.The eyes gradually become blurred.

Without getting an answer, Atsushi Nakajima turned around and continued to take care of the person who just disrespected Nakahara Chuya.

The voices of the monks chanting are still low and long, and the rain outside the house is getting heavier.The last cherry blossoms on the branches were knocked down to the ground.

Some people threw away their helmets and armor, some fought desperately, and finally died under the hands of Atsushi Nakajima.His death was miserable.

Afterwards, Koyo Ozaki and Kyoka Izumi led the gangsters to clean up the scene.People from the Armed Detective Agency also came.

Since the death of Osamu Dazai, the Armed Detective Agency has voluntarily requested to cooperate with Hong Kong gangsters. Now that Hong Kong gangsters are about to fall apart, Zhongyuan has no reason to refuse.

The armed detective agency and the Hong Kong gangsters joined forces to hunt down the rebels. In the end, [-]% of the people who rebelled against the Hong Kong gangsters died in this small courtyard.

After the bodies in the yard were cleaned up, the rain subsided, revealing a blue sky washed by water.There is no cherry blossom on the branch, and Zhongyuan Zhong has also changed a furisode.Her long red hair was still damp and hung down her waist.She stood on the porch, leaning against the door frame, watching the gangsters drag away the corpses one by one.

These people may be a powerful person, or they may be some unknown little people, but they all died together in this small courtyard.

"Chuya, don't cry." Atsushi Nakajima stood in the yard with blood on his hands and feet, and white hair sticking to his face.

"I do not have."

Nakahara also turned around and entered the house.

***

After the incense is finished, there is a night vigil.

Nakahara also refused everyone's company, and kept vigil for Osamu Dazai alone.

Osamu Dazai's body is kept in the tea room, which has bathrooms and beds, usually for the convenience of night watchmen.

Usually all night, friends and relatives gather together, and it will be more lively, but this time for Dazai Osamu's vigil, only Nakahara Chuya.

The tea room was extremely quiet.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also sat in the tea room, his long red hair fell on the tatami, outside there was the sound of dripping rain and the sound of the breeze blowing.

It's a little colder now, but Zhongyuanzhong is also sweating a little.Sighing slightly, Nakahara also turned around and went into the bathroom.

Just after putting the water in, taking off his clothes and lying in the bathtub, the light suddenly went out.

The author has something to say:

1. When I watched the IF line, I saw Dazai's misery, and more importantly, I saw Dazai's selfishness and madness.So, he is not suitable for warm methods.With my current social experience, I can't think of a way to save him.I can only let him realize his mistake and make him regret it.

I read all the comments, thank you for your suggestions.I'm still trying hard to figure out how to make Dazai know how to love and want to live.For this reason, I will write many more books.

Everyone can express their thoughts in the comment area and communicate together, but don't quarrel.

2. I thought it would be released for eight days during the National Day, but I only released it for three days.I originally planned to write more manuscripts for the National Day and add more QAQs for everyone